ain't happy. no, i aint

Got m'self all ready to say m'piece. I ain't happy about it all, no I ain't not at all. Haven't seen the others for weeks; Gyth, Wine ... even Bawde. Tho' I wouldn't say I missed Bawde to his sour face. Gyth's bloody Burnt Man is running my arse ragged - first it was all that diggin', now I'm up past the Trestle Bridge seems like every few weeks, running around fer Him like I'm one of his damn servants. Well, I aint! And thats what I was set ter tell Him. Feh. I gives him the bag of stuff. As soon as I opened my mouth He seemed to know exactly what was ready t' come out. He just looked at me ... I dursn't know whether I liked the look, or whether it made m'blood cold. Snakes in me belly anyhow. When he talks, seems like all he says is right and reasonable. Then you goes away and after an ale you realises you agreed to stuff you dursn't think you had. I goes in, expecting to tell him I had had enough, he can get some other lass to go and get them jewels - and I tell yer I ain't ever had a sniff of any of the stuff I brings back for Him - I daren't - He'd know. But I comes out findin' I agreed to go back up to bloody trestlebridge and meets them lads and get more! He said I was a good lass, prettier than Gyth - an' I know thats a lie... but. Well... anyhow. He says iffen I do this a few more times He has a gift for me. I aint a lass to turn down a gift, specially when I seen what's in them bags.